So
uneven or territorial while we possess private fears; so fragile but such
delights at some irregular creatures; this need for deference this cage-battle
or a bucket filled by prophecy; to adore dear lights or casual a storm too
unfit to become adequate; our blurry fields our occipital visions but too
removed to observe pictures.
I found you there looking
professional while appealing to vulnerability. It was destined for mistakes
under such pressure where one is certain to strike nerves; as crucial
inhabitants undergoing social surgeries but our languages were foreign to
experience. I knew not those inhibitions, I never tested those boundaries, nor
was I compelled to utter love; such mortar intuition such gravel by crevices or
eyes reluctant to believe in me; those fences unknit such soil made slime as
creatures attempting something incredible; those rosy clouds those sky-berry
dungeons where a man loses his fantasies; to come to agreements in such
difficult terrain where a daughter might tug a tunic.
Such
simplistic complexity to arrive at that time where an office spoke
inscrutability. I’ve met a personality regardless of characters while one
person has become pluralities; this vestige so unclear, those years so vague,
where a man was present—both stable but unsteady!
Such rawness this gnawing
intensity while buried or arguing with oxygen.
So filled with fire or so
dedicated to dreaming where you appear as a decent person; for some are
criminal such lavish vultures where a man’s life is outlined in chalk.
I understood history or
egalitarian art which is offended by bias structures; at major cries wondering
about freshness a bit uncured desiring healing; those sensitive mechanics while
a man knows for wrongness but just if understood; such offenses where a woman
is cruel while never a boon to any given man; such designer filth or such that
soul while it wasn’t hard to adjudge; blue-gray sunshine or pomegranate moonblood
at furious flames.
I
watch or listen to something misunderstood; that is: I can’t decode monogamy
but
I
desire this element where agitation seems obvious; this frail estate, those
compassionate miracles where we meant to include reality; this city of dark
knights
those
predicaments as humans, or such chemistry but charisma; to become
wilderness
to attempt to outflank self while bodies are illogical.
I
speak not of those, those creatures, where variation is normal—but more to
contained fire.
